Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.
Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession.
Sometimes the people we love make us hate some other people we love.
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity. Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Wisemen's minds and hearts live together under the same roof of wisdom
My pen beats faster as I write with my heart
Without ‘love’ your ‘heart’ can never remind you of your life..
Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!
...before the dawn I leave the night behind me and before my heart I let you leave me behind. - from the poem 'Behind
all hopes there, so close to each other, are pulled into the void every night; when a band of pale twinkles milking the way across the divine breadth of sky where every heart belongs. - From the poem "The Universe In Blossom
Aren't we all homeless without a home inside our mind?
A place to live is not a place to stay A place to stay is not a living place
Laugh until you cry; never let your eyes look dry This is not a matter of joke; this is all to provoke our sense of humour Life is its own consumer!
Let’s pursue the visage of imagination
Sometimes an unimaginative mind can imagine the most unimaginable
I put my clothing into the refrigerator and the foods into my wardrobe; am I in love?
Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..
Tears are my joy to hide my pain; like thunder hides the sound of rain.
Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..
Each tear longs to kiss sorrow
